Enjoy. I own nothing –short smut chapter. You have been warned.

We had been making out for ten minutes and half of me wasn't that eager to go any further. I had doubts. Was she really needing me? Did she really want me? Or was this just like in the arena where she used me to make herself feel better. Used me to survive. The other half couldn't get enough of her kisses or her moans. Couldn't get enough of the way I fit perfectly between her legs. Or the way she bucked against my erection while we made out.

"I can't." I breathed against her cheek.

"Peeta…" Her voice sounded sad and lonely.

"Let me please you tonight. If tomorrow you want me, truly want me, come back." She stared at me undecided.

Pulling my shirt over my head I threw it to the floor. I didn't really know what I was doing. I was Mr. No Experience over here. All I had to go on was what my brothers told me about the girls they had been with. It was no different, except I wanted to make love to Katniss.

I kissed her slowly on her lips, licking them before delving my tongue in her mouth. Her lips parted a little wider at my exploration. I could never get sick of the taste of her mouth. It always had a hint of honey. I had her panting in minutes. Hopefully that was a good sign that I was a good kisser.

I moved down to her neck, and I found that was a very sensitive spot. She whimpered and moaned and lightly thrashed around against the pillow as I sucked, licked, kissed, and nibbled her neck. Hard enough to elicit pleasure but not enough to leave any marks.

Further down, cradling a breast, I licked the harden nub there. Slowly at first. Her moans sounded more desperate and that encouraged me. I bit her nipple lightly and pulled. Her back arched, catching me off guard. Did I hurt her? "Katniss, are you OK?"

Her heavy with pleasure eyelids opened then and I could see she wasn't in pain at all. "Don't stop Peeta...Don't stop." Her voice was light but wanton. I returned to worshipping her breasts. They were full and beautiful. Hell, everything on Katniss was. My hard-on ached the worst I had ever known. I needed some relief.

I shifted against the bed, at least it was something. I groaned onto her nipple as I sucked it, a little harder this time, before I tended to the other. Her hands were lightly on my hair as I kissed down her smooth stomach. She was going to be the end of me. I wanted to take all I said back about waiting until tomorrow.

I kissed and licked the skin around her hips, and gave little bites to her inner thighs. I teased her before I got to the part I wanted to taste the most. Her legs parted on instinct as I settled between them. Her breathing sounded harsh in the quiet room.

At that moment, I took the time to really study Katniss. This view of her was amazing and my penis throbbed. Her womanhood was completely shaven. I didn't count on that at all. She didn't take me as the preening type, but it was beautiful. Her lower lips were slightly puffy from want, and her clit was swollen. Jesus. She was so wet. I held her legs open and took my first taste of her. My tongue darted between her lips and I gave a slow, sensual lick. We both moaned at the same time. She was fucking delicious.

Her hand gripped my hair as I swirled my tongue around the inside of her nether regions folds. The smell of her was sweet and I wanted more. Becoming bolder, I thrust my tongue inside her. Eliciting the most lustful noise from her. She arched her back and her grip on my hair tightened. It was a welcome pain.

After a while, her legs began to shake and she started to whimper. She was almost giving me a headache with how tight she was pulling my hair. "Oh…Oh! Peeta! There!" She was calling my name in a sexy desperate way. Her screams became louder and I knew the exact moment when she let go. I came too.

As she panted, gaining her composure, I was dumbfounded. How did I get off just from this? Because it was Katniss. And she was live and in flesh, not just in my dreams. Her breathing was ragged in the air. I kissed her forehead and went to change out of my sticky mess.

After, a few minutes I returned to find my bed empty. Damn.

The next night Katniss didn't come back. I woke in the morning antsy and I just needed some reprieve from my dreams. I couldn't get her out of my head…those moans. I couldn't get how her naked body was splayed across my bedsheets, all for me. I kicked off my covers in frustration and I stared at my raging hard on threatening to rip open my boxers.

Ok, an over exaggeration, but it felt like it. My hands slipped under the band of my boxers so I could release myself from them. I hissed as the feeling brought me close to the edge. I had to calm down or whenever I did get with Katniss, it would be over in a few seconds. I was probably hard all night. Shaking my head, I wrapped my hand around the base of me. I started with full palm strokes. Biting my lips, I let out a deep groan.

I wanted to prolong my orgasm a little bit but my body wasn't having it. My hand was pounding away at my super stiff rod. I began to feel the familiar swirl in my gut and I abandoned all hope at waiting. I need to assuage my needs. As if to help me, once again, my mind ventured towards Katniss. I heard her scream in orgasm and I went. I came, and hard. All over my hand, all over my stomach, all over the bed.

"You see; this is why I stay drunk Effie." I heard the drunken slur of none other than my mentor, Haymitch.

"Oh, my word!" I heard the shriek of someone as they shuffled from the room. Grabbing my comforter, I threw it quickly over my lower half.

"It would help if you two would knock." I angrily stated.

"Humm, but then we would miss all the show. Effie seemed to enjoy it more than anyone, huh, Effie dear?"

"I certainly did not!" Her voice was more high pitched than usual.

Rolling my eyes, I wrapped the blanket around me and swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Why are you two here?"

"Well, first, get dressed lovebird," He tossed my pants at me. "Katniss is in trouble."

I sighed and took a deep breath. When isn't she?

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